Hermes waited…patiently, for the effects of his wife’s ‘punishment’ to wear off, even if patience was hardly his strong suit…He waited ten days. Ten days! Of course, half of those days were spent working through the kinks of his plan…or rather…plans ( Read more... )

Himeros.

Q and Anteros.

Mum and Dite --- and that mangy mutt-thing.It was mess. A fucking mess. A downward spiral with nowhere else to go but down, down, down. Trite sayings of "There's nowhere else to go but up" given with bright smiles and in a singsong voice. They made him retch at the ridiculousness of it. They were entirely false. There was ( Read more... )

( Before invoking Flidais )

Dude. What an out there day. He’d been minding his own business, merely getting his broodin’ on over his misplacing and very yearned for Psyche, when Himeros had summoned him to Aphrodite’s temple for.. some reason.. And then Himeros felt up his wings with a pedophile’s grace. And then he left. And then Pothos came. And sucked face with Anteros. ( Read more... )

Himeros watched Pothos sleep, absently smoothing out the furrows in his counterpart's brow. He was just glad the other erote was finally getting the rest he needed - because despite Pothos' assurances that he was sleeping, Himeros knew better.

Himeros knew that Pothos stayed awake to watch him sleep. Himeros knew that Pothos' fingers would trace ( Read more... )

Harmonia was still with Phobos in her sactuary, but a sliver of her appeared outside of Antero's home. She knocked quick on the door for a second, then opened the door, poking her head inside

Helllo?

She hadn't decided if she hoped he was ther, or hoped he was out... in which case she'd be happily forced to ... borrow what she needed...

Lethe was bored, this boredom needed to go away. She was still in Barbados.. And not really enjoying herself. While she was glad to be out of the underworld. Pothos was very, very forward with her. It made the shy River Goddess feel out-of-place. And now Strife was there! And her sister Lotus had been there too ( Read more... )

Blue skies and bluer waters, the sun shining down on bronzed bodies and the white sand underneath your bare feet. The endless nights full of flowing, great-tasting booze and nearly-naked writhing bodies (completely naked off the dance floor and on the bed). Passion and Desire and Yearning. So many people, so many gorgeous, beautiful people in the ( Read more... )

At somepoint she had bilocated, leaving a part of herself at the ruins and another portion returning to her home where upon entering she sealed up the master bedroom before taking refuge in the smaller guest bedroom down the hall. Once safely ensconsed in that room with an extra shield up just in case any tried to pop in, she cried. The tears ( Read more... )

In retrospect Strife guessed things could be a whole hell of a lot worse than they actually were right now while standing just outside of Anteros' perfect little ocean side home on his perfect little drive. Especially when considering some of the fucked up things that had happened to him before. At least all his inwards were still inside ( Read more... )